Stalker X Stalker Novels & Stories

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

Tyler starred at Xavier in shock as he raised his glass. "To Maya and Xavier forever." Everybody chorused. Xavier grinned. They have sold their lies to the smartest people he knew successfully.

I already have men on their way to the scene as we speak it appears the creature has just been stunned, you did quite a bit of damage so good job. Dantzler: That's! BULLSHIT!! ALSO YEAH WHERE DID XANNE GO, BUT NO THAT'S BULLSHIT! I won fair ad square..... damnit fine! (With a heavy sigh he stretches both of his arms out and cracks his back then begins charging forward into the desert after the creature) [A little deeper into the underground military base Xanne has begun walking around with what appears to be a camouflage color shopping cart and is picking up items as he goes along]

​The Conservatory Passage. Tuesday. 1:26 AM. ​The stone steps rising from the drainage culverts were narrow, slick with decades of subterranean condensation, and steep enough to force a rhythmic, brutal strain on the thighs. Xavier climbed them with a terrifying, mechanical efficiency, his tactical rifle held high, his boots biting into the slick stone with a heavy, purposeful cadence. Behind him, Scarlett kept pace, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion and everything to do with the clock ticking down inside her skull.

I patted his back and settled down next to him. Xan is a portable hacking machine. You request someone's location or their secret wealth they've hidden and kept under different names in the bank and he'll get them to you within five seconds. He just needs a laptop. "I'm creating some new hacking softwares which I'll sell you for billions." "I have purchased enough from you. I don't think I'd need anything new for now." "You'll regret your words once it's ready, asshole." "We'll see." I said and watched him type with the fierceness that one shows on piano keys. His fingers were literally dancing on the keyboard without causing a mistake. "Where are others?"

"If you want to live to see the next moonrise, hire the contract killer now," Seraphina Duskryn hissed, her sharp claws digging into the surface of the iron table inside the Blackmoor Pack House. She stared down at the crisp high-definition surveillance photos scattered across the stone floor. Every shot captured my form. Xender Stormriven, moving with lethal precision through Nightfall Territory, my leather jacket tight over broad shoulders, twin silver daggers strapped to my thighs, and my jaw set in a cold, hard line.

"In my mountain? In her room?" Vincent raised his hand, and the shadows of the room rose like a tidal wave, wrapping around the Stalker. It was a battle of darkness against darkness. Vincent’s magic was ancient and grounded in the earth, while the Stalker’s was a corrupted, alchemical imitation. "Félix, now!" Vincent commanded. Félix, gasping for air, saw his opening. He reached into the pouch on his belt—the one Maya had given us—and pulled out a vial of concentrated Blue-Brier and lunar salt. He smashed the vial directly into the Stalker’s face.

The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning. His expression was fierce and menacing, a mix of vexation and danger that sent bolts of chills down her spine. Xavier stalked toward Reina, and when the other thug tried getting up, he fired at him while holding Reina's gaze. Reina jumped when the gun went off, and he smirked. He tucked the gun behind him and stalked towards her. She took a step back with each step Xavier took. “You… you killed them…” she said, her back hitting the wall, and Xavier stopped in front of her.

I asked, my voice shaky, “Wha… what does this mean?” “You are very special to him, and you are talking about him hiring call girls to satisfy him, how could you, Madam?” Stacy said sharply. Stacy left me alone and walked toward Xander’s bedroom. She picked the shards of glass one by one from the floor. After discarding them in the dustbin, we heard Xander groaning in pain. I knew what part of Xander was aching. “Huh-” Stacy gasped out of shock when she saw his bulging manhood.

His voice cut through the panic like a knife. “It’s not happening again.” I looked at him blindly. “Look at me,” he snapped. My trembling gaze locked onto those frozen blue eyes. For one terrifying second, I saw something unexpected inside them. Fear. Not for himself. For me. Then the creature shrieked. The sound ripped through the docks like grinding steel. Every Ravager Hunter raised their weapons instantly. But the Stalker ignored them. Its head snapped toward me. Toward weakness. Toward prey. “Oh, hell,” one mercenary muttered.